O pure Reformers! not in vain
Your trust in human kind;
The good which bloodshed could not gain,
Your peaceful zeal shall find.
The truths ye urge are borne abroad
By every wind and tide;
The voice of nature and of God
Speaks out upon your side.
The weapons which your hands have found
Are those which Heaven hath wrought,
Light, Truth, and Love,—your battle-ground,
The free, broad field of Thought.
O, may no selfish purpose break
The beauty of your plan,
Nor lie from throne or altar shake
Your steady faith in man.
Press on! and if we may not share
The glory of your fight,
We’ll ask at least, in earnest prayer,
God’s blessing on the Right.